Julian Bond was born at Hubbard Hospital in Nashville, Tennessee, to the former Julia Agnes Washington a graduate of Fisk University, and Horace Mann Bond a prominent educator. At the time the family resided in on campus at Fort Valley State College where Horace Mann Bond was president. The house of the Bonds was a frequent stop for scholars and celebrities passing by such as W. E. B. Du Bois and Paul Robeson. In 1945 his father was offered the position as the first African-American president of Lincoln University, and the family moved up North.
In 1957, Bond graduated from George School, a private Quaker preparatory boarding school near Newtown in Bucks County, Pennsylvania.
In 1960, Bond was a founding member of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) and served as its communications director from 1961 to 1966. From 1960 to 1963, he led student protests against segregation in public facilities in Georgia. Bond left Morehouse in 1961 and returned to complete his BA in English in 1971 at age 31. With Morris Dees, Bond helped found the Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC), a public-interest law firm based in Montgomery, Alabama. He served as its president from 1971 to 1979. Bond continues on the board of directors of the SPLC.
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